Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Meals of Recitation

Marni walked in droves to approach Zidan who was still sitting beside the wall of her room.

"Gentlemen, outside there are people who want to force in, to meet the mistress," said Marni when with a breath of boredom.

Zidan stood up quickly wiping away the tears that Marni could still see.

"Who?" ask Zidan without seeing Marni.

"School buddy, ma'am," replied Marni who looked down.

"Male or female?" ask Zidan who is now looking at Marni.

"Male master, said his name is Rendi," replied Marni.

"Damn it, what's the kid looking for!"  inner zidan with strong clenched hands.

"now you bring food to my room, and make sure he eats it, after that give him the vitamins on the table" Zidan told Marni.

"Okay sir," replied Marni then stepped away.

Zidan then walked downstairs to meet Rendi.

Just got downstairs. Zidan heard a commotion from outside his missions.

Zidan quickened his steps out of the fence. seen Rendi who was fighting with the guards who were guarding his mension.

"Who are you looking for here!" the sound of Zidan's new voice came to stop Rendi's quarrel and the security guard who stood guard.

"Gua wants to see Salsa!" exclaimed Rendi loudly while walking closer to Zidan.

Zidan only smiled sinisterly looking at Rendi who was walking over to him.

"You go home, because he's not here" said Zidan as he turned his body over the inside.

"So, it turned out that Mr. Zidan was afraid of these people. A coward!" rendi said mocking him.

"So what do you want?" said Zidan flatly who had turned his back on him.

"Gua wants, sir let go of Salsa," replied Rendi who was already in front of Zidan.

Bagh's!

Bugh!

Bagh's!

Bugh!

Zidan struck twice in the face, and twice in the stomach Rendi made his body immediately fall to the ground with asphalt.

From both corners of Rendi's lips had released a red liquid. There was no groaning of pain from him, he used his One hand, holding the stomach that was hit by Zidan earlier, One more hand he used to wipe the corner of his bloody lips.

"Sadly," Rendi spat out the red liquid to her side. He looked at Zidan while smiling as if mocking.

Bagh's!

One kick, zidan swinging strongly in the stomach of Rendi made her immediately fall unconscious.

"You, you, you drive him, and this bike to Mr. Daniel's house, and tell him never to interfere in my business" Zidan said, pointing to his three bodyguards.

Zidan then went back into his mension. Zidan's footsteps came to a halt as he felt the vibration of the phone in his pants pocket. Zidan shifted the direction of the green arrow on his phone screen after seeing the name of Raka listed there.

"Hows it? did you get the woman" asked Zidan when his phone line was connected.

"Niken is already at the boss's headquarters," Raka replied.

"Well then I'll be there soon,"

Tuuuuuu!

the phone call was then decided.

Zidan again stepped closer to his car. Only five steps Zidan walk, the phone nailed his pants back vibrate, Zidan immediately shifted the green arrow on the screen of his phone, after seeing the name of the caller listed there.

"What else is it?" zidan snapped as his phone line started to connect.

"It is not better for the boss to persuade the madam there," said Raka.

"What do you mean?" reply Zidan asked.

"I mean, shouldn't the boss keep the mistress there." Raka.

"There's Marni guarding him" Zidan said.

"But the boss, the boss should explain first to the mistress, because I saw on the phone niken still have photos of the boss and him while in the hotel first." explained Raka.

"What do you mean? don't beat Raka" Zidan said.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I mean I probably have shown the photos of the boss to the mistress, then niken provokes her" Raka explained.

"Then, what should I do?" ask Zidan.

"It's best now that the boss persuades the madam first!" raka

"How is it going?" zidan asked flatly while scratching his head that was somehow itchy or not.

"Stop giving me that crazy advice Raka" Zidan snapped.

"How about if the boss takes the mistress on vacation for the next few days, count the bosses go on honeymoon," Saran Raka again.

"What do you think Raka?" said Zidan with a red face.

"Let's go boss. throw away the thought of equating one woman with another. Maybe the first lady Maria ever left the boss and master vero, maybe first Niken ever betrayed the boss. But let's not leave all that punishment to Miss Salsa,"

Tuuuuuuuu!

the phone call was cut off by Zidan.

Zidan walked up to the sofa that was in the main room of his mension. He threw his body on the sofa and rested his head on the sofa.

One hand he used to massage his own forehead. Then Zidan's eyes were fixed on Marni who walked down the stairs with a tray on top of which there were plates that still had a lot of food left in her. Zidan then called Marni.

"Hows it? Has he eaten?" ask Zidan when Marni is already standing nearby.

"Already sir, but only very little, and the lady has also taken the vitamins that you gave." replied Marni explained.

Zidan stared at the tray that was still in Marni's hand.

"Does he want anything?" zidan asked.

"The lady asked to be delivered to her best friend's house" replied Marni.

Zidan then shook his one hand telling Marni to leave. Zidan then walked up the stairs to his room.

While walking Zidan continued to think about Raka's words earlier.

Zidan was now at the door of the room. He let out a deep breath before grabbing the door handle.

Chequek!

The door of his room opened, Zidan walked up to the bed looking at salsa lying sideways on her back.

Ekhemm,"

Zidan cleared his throat, hoping Salsa would turn to him. Once the deheman had no response from Salsa, zidan repeated the second deheman.Salsa's body was still lying quietly on his back. On the third Deheman Salsa turned his body, visible by the eyes of Zidan sambab Salsa and lips are still a little pale.

Again Zidan felt his heart sliced, when he saw the state of Salsa at that time, he felt very guilty, because it had made his wife cry.

Zidan walked into the bathroom, because he could not see the look of Salsa's eyes on her.

"If you are healed! I will deliver, to your friend's house," said zidan when he returned from the bathroom. Now Zidan is busy looking for something in his desk drawer.

"But I'm not sick, om can deliver me now" replied Salsa who was still lying down.

"Currently, if it doesn't hurt why you ate so little, instead of eating so much every day" said Zidan, whose fiber would be ridiculed.

"Haeissh, why is she always such a bitch, it feels like I'd like to bite her and eat her" Salsa muttered in her heart.

Salsa got up from her bed and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" tanya zidan immediately stopped Salsa's hand that was about to open the door of the room.

"You go downstairs, find food.if I don't eat now I can-can om that I eat," Ketus Salsa, as his hands open the handle of the room door and step out. Half zidan's mouth opened looking at Salsa who was walking out casually.

"He's not sick!" mummified zidan.

***

The next day.

Salsa billed her promise to Zidan to take her away to Santi's house.

Salsa has prepared all her belongings, clothes, and school supplies.

"Come on," Salsa asked who was ready, while carrying two backpacks filled with clothes and school books.

"Your stuff just leave it here, Jefri will take it to your best friend's house" exclaimed Zidan who was also ready with a small suitcase in his hand.

"Where is he going? Why is he carrying a suitcase? and why is he wearing that outfit? Is he going on vacation with his fiancee?" muttered Salsa, when he saw Zidan carrying a suitcase.

Salsa gasped in shock, as Zidan's hand flicked his forehead.

"What are you thinking" said Zidan, as he looked at Salsa just standing still in front of him.

"It hurts om," Salsa grimaced while rubbing her forehead which was only in a soft flick by Zidan.

Zidan then walked out of the room pulling the small suitcase in his hand, followed by Salsa who walked quickly after zidan's step in front.

"Om, where are you going?" salsa asked who stopped Zidan's footsteps.

Zidan then turned his body to look at Salsa.

"Not that you want me to take you to your best friend's house!" zidan replied with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Where have you taken me?" salsa asked again with a lowered face while playing her fingers.

"It's none of your business" Zidan said, turning his back and stepping back.

"it's none of your business, it's none of your business" Salsa's grumble mimicked Zidan's remark.